Schröder Cat [1/?]
anonymous
November 13 2009, 18:36:42 UTC
Ignore Title. Was looking up Quantum Physics and this is the only thing stuck in my head.
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He didn’t like this at all.
Germany was a quiet nation. He kept his opinions to himself, tried to help his Chancellor’s as much as possible and recently, was busy with his tasks at the European Union. He worked hard, lived modestly, and occasionally enjoyed having a few too many pints with his brother down at the local Bier Gartens, but there always came a time when he knew something was wrong. Deep in his gut, a voice always cried when he knew, like a sixth sense. And he was experiencing it right now.
He felt the same churn in his gut when he first shook hands with a war hero named Adolf Hitler. His eyes and smile had transfixed him, but his inner conscious screamed for help. He felt it again when his brother had approached him silently when the war was lost, his body bandaged as he handed over his cross without another word. And he felt it strongly now, his eyes staring into that of the Russian Nation’s. A small smile fixed on his lips, his stance more relaxed than his as he stood by his Prime Minister, hands by his sides. It somehow frightened him.
Ludwig could feel the uneasiness in his stomach and he turned to his Chancellor, looking for answers. He was ignored as the leader closed the wooden doors and took a seat after shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries with the Russian. Ludwig chewed his cheek. The Russian Nation, Ivan, was still staring at him, amused, something telling him he knew a secret he didn’t yet, and Ludwig mentally panicked. He didn’t like this. He really didn’t like this.
“So, Nord Stream?” Gerhard started, extending a hand to his friend. “Where’s it going now?”
“Well..” Ludwig didn’t know why, but Putin’s accept bugged him. It always had. “An agreement has been signed between the shareholders and the major companies, so.. We can expect building.. As early as November?”
He flashed a grin and Ludwig narrowed his eyes. He looked up to Ivan, who was still staring at him, and he focused on the window to the outside. He was getting upset and knew it, trying to calm himself and be more professional. Though, one small look to see Ivan grinning more and he was flustered again, ignoring the messages being swapped between the leaders as he focused internally on calming himself. He cursed his emotions, knowing this meeting was important, but the Nation and Prime Minister across from him always brought up feelings he couldn’t disassociate himself with. He gave himself a mental shake and repeated a few positive quotes back to himself before focusing again on the conversation. He missed a lot.
“..Into Greifswald. Now, what about Hinrichshagen?”
Ludwig shook his head. What?
“Pardon?” He managed to blurt out. It was a bad move to speak. His Chancellor looked up and gave him a very displeased look, Ludwig stiffening and realizing his error in speaking. He was still confused as he turned back to the Prime Minister and indicated he could resume.
“Pardon our Nation…” He apologized for Ludwig. “He’s a bit thick when it comes to Economic Issues.”
Of course, Ludwig took offense to that, but held his tongue like he had to, not wanting to appear weak in front of their ally. He looked up to see Ivan silently chuckling and he growled, his emotions once again taking over. He had to interrupt, even though he knew it was going to cost him. But someone had to speak on behalf of the people and the impact on his soil. Who better than the Nation himself? He was convinced he needed to speak, or forever regret not.
“Herr Kanzler, I must protest!” He found his voice crying. The room fell silent and his Chancellor turned to look at him, his eyes hard as he faced the German. Ludwig swallowed the inevitable lump that followed and proceeded with his defense. “That amount of gas for one company stored here is insane! You must allow more parties in, or at least an equal share-”
--
He didn’t like this at all.
Germany was a quiet nation. He kept his opinions to himself, tried to help his Chancellor’s as much as possible and recently, was busy with his tasks at the European Union. He worked hard, lived modestly, and occasionally enjoyed having a few too many pints with his brother down at the local Bier Gartens, but there always came a time when he knew something was wrong. Deep in his gut, a voice always cried when he knew, like a sixth sense. And he was experiencing it right now.
He felt the same churn in his gut when he first shook hands with a war hero named Adolf Hitler. His eyes and smile had transfixed him, but his inner conscious screamed for help. He felt it again when his brother had approached him silently when the war was lost, his body bandaged as he handed over his cross without another word. And he felt it strongly now, his eyes staring into that of the Russian Nation’s. A small smile fixed on his lips, his stance more relaxed than his as he stood by his Prime Minister, hands by his sides. It somehow frightened him.
Ludwig could feel the uneasiness in his stomach and he turned to his Chancellor, looking for answers. He was ignored as the leader closed the wooden doors and took a seat after shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries with the Russian. Ludwig chewed his cheek. The Russian Nation, Ivan, was still staring at him, amused, something telling him he knew a secret he didn’t yet, and Ludwig mentally panicked. He didn’t like this. He really didn’t like this.
“So, Nord Stream?” Gerhard started, extending a hand to his friend. “Where’s it going now?”
“Well..” Ludwig didn’t know why, but Putin’s accept bugged him. It always had. “An agreement has been signed between the shareholders and the major companies, so.. We can expect building.. As early as November?”
He flashed a grin and Ludwig narrowed his eyes. He looked up to Ivan, who was still staring at him, and he focused on the window to the outside. He was getting upset and knew it, trying to calm himself and be more professional. Though, one small look to see Ivan grinning more and he was flustered again, ignoring the messages being swapped between the leaders as he focused internally on calming himself. He cursed his emotions, knowing this meeting was important, but the Nation and Prime Minister across from him always brought up feelings he couldn’t disassociate himself with. He gave himself a mental shake and repeated a few positive quotes back to himself before focusing again on the conversation. He missed a lot.
“..Into Greifswald. Now, what about Hinrichshagen?”
Ludwig shook his head. What?
“Pardon?” He managed to blurt out. It was a bad move to speak. His Chancellor looked up and gave him a very displeased look, Ludwig stiffening and realizing his error in speaking. He was still confused as he turned back to the Prime Minister and indicated he could resume.
“Pardon our Nation…” He apologized for Ludwig. “He’s a bit thick when it comes to Economic Issues.”
Of course, Ludwig took offense to that, but held his tongue like he had to, not wanting to appear weak in front of their ally. He looked up to see Ivan silently chuckling and he growled, his emotions once again taking over. He had to interrupt, even though he knew it was going to cost him. But someone had to speak on behalf of the people and the impact on his soil. Who better than the Nation himself? He was convinced he needed to speak, or forever regret not.
“Herr Kanzler, I must protest!” He found his voice crying. The room fell silent and his Chancellor turned to look at him, his eyes hard as he faced the German. Ludwig swallowed the inevitable lump that followed and proceeded with his defense. “That amount of gas for one company stored here is insane! You must allow more parties in, or at least an equal share-”
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